The Night I Looked At You I Found A Dream That I Could Speak To
Friday, December 16, 2011
Please don't ever let her outgrow the sink.
She seems to grow up twenty different ways at the end of each day. But on nights like this, when I just don't have it in me to lean over our old beast of a bath tub to bathe her, the sink is where we wash the stink.
Out of all the images I capture of her, 'bathtime in the sink' are some of the most beautiful, I think.
She even gives the impression of cooperation, although because she has nowhere to run might also factor into this. Panda watching over us never hurts!
Painting her foot with bubbles.
So until she is spilling out the sides, I plan on holding on as long as I can.